The Log – 2002 Edition, #4

Tell me about your likes and dislikes, either on this board or on the dev board–i”ll be living both places.

The last thing on my plate today is the fact that the ill shit to which I alluded before has been toned down quite a bit and it”s all blowing over in relatively calm fashion. It looks like the storm didn”t do that much damage to the landscape, as it were. If you don”t already know the story about which I speak, suffice it to say that it didn”t directly involve me, but almost involved my new, more-ass-kickin” self (who has yet to make an appearance, unfortunately). Oh, how I wish i was hardcore.

It means you”re dirty when you can”t stop scratching your head and then when your fingers come away they have a layer of black grime under them, right? Yeah, I thought so. So, umm, I”m off to shower. More later.

Otherwise, little to report–sort of mediocre last couple of days, a lot of frustration, especially with this site stuff that”s always harder than I think it”ll be, and not enough kickass stuff going on. Still no jobs/prospects realistically on the horizon. A general pain in the ass. But I”m okay, mostly.

Now I”m off to edit and then play videogames – unemployment is so exciting.

I”m off to install Hitman2 directly from .bin. Heeheehee!

Well, yet another hard day of revision is ahead of me. I need to get a job so i can stop being not creative when I really should be creative and get back to being not creative when there”s no time to breathe, much less create. That”s a good plan, right?

Then I”ll go to El Azteca”s.

Then it”ll be time to go write, which is what I should have been doing all morning. But still, I”m doing stuff, and that”s better than doing nothing.

I”ve been thinking a lot about how weird I was when I was a kid recently, and I think I should do a series of self-important confessional pieces where I use my junior psych degree from the University of Self-Congraulation to analyze their meanings and their roots.

Okay, that”s a bad idea. I won”t do that. Although I am interested in it, maybe that”ll be private-journal fare. Yeah, this forum should be kept to vaguely-worded inuendo and implication or else irrelevant anecdotes from a life like any other, only easier. I think I need a title. Any suggestions? Enough of this insanity for one night–after this, my journal will refuse to speak to me because I”m a verbose pinhead that thinks that anything that comes out of me must be gold because I”m so damned in love with myself. I”m clever enough to know when to stop this, damnit, and stop this I shall.
Right now.

I almost forgot–here is my PGP key, in case you need it. That”s all.

Anyway, I guess the message of the day for Jared”s birthday is to treasure these moments because they are your last–each and every one.

—Ninjai is back up! It got a little boring, but it”s still awesome. Tell me what you think on my board.

–Krol says he”s drawing Venture, and it”s really tough not to bug him about it because I”m sort of at a lack for things to bother people about. It”d be a good break from O.P. to be able to work on the VENTURE text, but, alas, I must wait.

That”s all for now.

I am a sick bastard. But I updated the homepage a little, and I”m considering a complete revamp, just for the hell of it. That”s all for now.

I guess today is just like any other, really–I still have errands to do, I still have things to write, I still want to go play volleyball, but it seems that somehow I owe it to the memory of last year”s events to be reverent and thoughtful. And I am. To the memory of those lost, for the strength of those who were left behind and with the voice of those of us who saw with our eyes, heard with our ears and felt in our bones the horror of one year ago I can only offer my memory and my ability to retell the story to ensure that our horrors are never forgotten.